......when One Loves, One Is Only Too

Why Do You Mention My Father?' Screamed He; 'why Do You Mingle A Recollection Of Him With The Affairs Of Today?' Because I Am He Who Saved Your Father's Life When He Wished To Destroy Himself, As You Do Today-because I Am The Man Who Sent The Purse To Your Young Sister, And The Paraon To Old Morrel-because I Am The Edmond Dantes Who Nursed You, A Child, On My Knees.

Now I'd Like Someone To Tell Me There Is No Drama In Real Life!

For The Happy Man Prayer Is Only A Jumble Of Words, Until The Day When Sorrow Comes To Explain To Him The Sublime Language By Means Of Which He Speaks To God.

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

What Would You Not Have Accomplished If You Had Been Free?" "possibly Nothing At All; The Overflow Of My Brain Would Probably, In A State Of Freedom, Have Evaporated In A Thousand Follies; Misfortune Is Needed To Bring To Light The Treasures Of The Human Intellect. Compression Is Needed To Explode Gunpowder. Captivity Has Brought My Mental Faculties To A Focus; And You Are Well Aware That From The Collision Of Clouds Electricity Is Produced — From Electricity, Lightning, From Lightning, Illumination.